"catchlight" poems - Hello Poetry

Forlorn beauty-child Living in my night Crying in your dream. Sounds of sorrow Linger in the morning mist Of subdued consciousness. Troubled water falls From awakened red eyes That searched inside loneliness Only to find more. Now... Behind my faceted face Your countenance lingers... I glance quickly within, You disappear! Your gaze lit my shadowed mind. Your presence was there waiting For me… A Sonata… A Fantasy A Major key bright-shining Singing sunbeams to lift me. After the music... Shards of shattered dreams Scattered like felled icicles lying in the sun, melting into mulch They dawned bright green Pipers on Scottish dew. The mourning moon is Catchlight in your eyes Bright Bird... Captivating sailors Reaching down evoking vulnerable Aspects held so long secret...

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Nov 25, 2015

Nov 25, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC

clayfeet

Scotch sonata - Piper's dream

Forlorn beauty-child Living in my night Crying in your dream. Sounds of sorrow Linger in the morning mist Of subdued consciousness. Troubled water falls From awakened red eyes That searched inside loneliness Only to find more. Now... Behind my faceted face Your countenance lingers... I glance quickly within, You disappear! Your gaze lit my shadowed mind. Your presence was there waiting For me… A Sonata… A Fantasy A Major key bright-shining Singing sunbeams to lift me. After the music... Shards of shattered dreams Scattered like felled icicles lying in the sun, melting into mulch They dawned bright green Pipers on Scottish dew. The mourning moon is Catchlight in your eyes Bright Bird... Captivating sailors Reaching down evoking vulnerable Aspects held so long secret...

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The mourning moon is Catchlight in your eyes.

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Mar 5, 2015

Mar 5, 2015 at 7:31 PM UTC

clayfeet

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The mourning moon is Catchlight in your eyes.

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As I stroked gently the head of the sun-spun hair draped softly across my chest, I couldn’t help but find myself thinking, for what must have been the hundredth time, what are you thinking, how are you feeling? What have we done to each other? Yet, as if on cue, as if reading my thoughts, your head snapped up and your eyes met mine. You looked at me half-lidded and while my first two questions remained unanswered, I realized it was merely a catchlight I saw in your eyes, and what we had done to each other was ***** out the starlight that had once dwelled there. “When I think of my wife, I always think of her head. I picture cracking her lovely skull, unspooling her brains, trying to get answers. The primal questions of any marriage. What are you thinking? How are you feeling? What have we done to each other?” —Ben Affleck, Gone Girl Found poem from the opening lines of the movie, Gone Girl.

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Mar 1, 2021

Mar 1, 2021 at 5:42 AM UTC

lifeasalyric

Catchlight

As I stroked gently the head of the sun-spun hair draped softly across my chest, I couldn’t help but find myself thinking, for what must have been the hundredth time, what are you thinking, how are you feeling? What have we done to each other? Yet, as if on cue, as if reading my thoughts, your head snapped up and your eyes met mine. You looked at me half-lidded and while my first two questions remained unanswered, I realized it was merely a catchlight I saw in your eyes, and what we had done to each other was ***** out the starlight that had once dwelled there. “When I think of my wife, I always think of her head. I picture cracking her lovely skull, unspooling her brains, trying to get answers. The primal questions of any marriage. What are you thinking? How are you feeling? What have we done to each other?” —Ben Affleck, Gone Girl Found poem from the opening lines of the movie, Gone Girl.

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